The helper

Hestia Jones, 19 years old. Hufflepuff Alumni. Member of the Order of the Phoenix.

[helperjones]

Hestia groaned as she peeled her sodden clothes from her body, her porcelain skin covered in dirt and blood seemed almost unrecognizable. She shook her head, it was supposed to be an easy mission just gathering information in a forest nearby, but something had gone wrong, there had been an ambush. She bit her lip as she began to inspect some of the cuts, they had been lucky, most people managed to get out as soon as they realised something was off. She had stayed to help but much of her injuries were sustained from running through the thorny forest. Running a hand along her sweat stained face Hestia sighed, pulling her shirt off, wincing at the pain the small movement caused her ribs. 

[maconm-deactivated20150128]

  Macon shook his head. “Thank Merlin. Sturgis would be furious if he knew, and he’s a very scary man.” He watched as Hestia filled the glasses. “I’d say you should just go out, that’s what I do. But I’ve never been very good at following rules and Moody’s not entirely pleased.” Mac smiled. “And what would that be? For some reason I can’t imagine you going on an angry rampage through the castle, Hes.”

[helperjones]

"All those muscles" Hestia shuddered with a small grin, "Oh I know, I have to listen to Moody ranting on about 'That reckless McKinnon' every second week or so" she rolled her eyes, "Oh I can do angry rampage" she nodded, taking a sip from her glass. "Things exploding, hexing Moody- you name it I'll do it" she grinned.

[maconm-deactivated20150128]

Mac raised an eyebrow, smiling. “Yeah, they all run away when they figure out that Sturgis and I actually have a secret passionate romance.” He drained his glass after she did, snorting as she spluttered. “Not much really. I’ve been shoved out on missions by Moody with the sole purpose of getting me out of his hair. And by result, Mar’s not exactly pleased with me. What about the marvelous Hestia Jones?”

[helperjones]

"I knew it, your secret is safe with me don't worry" she grinned, refilling their glasses. "At least you've been getting out of the bloody castle" she said, making a face. "I'm starting to go stir crazy, I genuinely think they're starting to make up work for me to do" she rolled her eyes. "If I don't get out on a mission soon, I'll end up doing something drastic"

[maconm-deactivated20150128]

"You should be." Macon grinned and shook his head. "I dunno about Mar’s reliability on this one, actually. I think I’d have realized if I was shagging my best friend, Hes." He snorted. "I’d hope not, that’d be rude." Mac took a swallow before his gaze returned to Hestia. He laughed at the face she was pulling and patted her on the arm as she had a minute before. "Don’t worry, eventually you’ll get used to it. It’s fantastic."

[helperjones]

"I don't know, it would explain why neither of you ever have steady girlfriends" she nodded thoughtfully, a small grin still playing on her lips. She pulled another face as she glanced at the remnants of her firewhiskey before downing what was in the glass, "Merlin I hope so" she spluttered, shaking her head. "So tell me" she leaned her head on her heads, "What has the wonderful Macon McKinnon been up to?"

[maconm-deactivated20150128]

  "Oh, I don’t mind cheating on him for you, dear Hestia." Macon shook his head, snorting. "Honestly, just because Sturgis and I spend time together doesn’t mean we’re dating. Or shagging, as Marley seems to think." He took the glass with a nod and clinked his against hers. "To living."

[helperjones]

"I'm flattered Mac" Hestia snorted, holding one hand against her chest dramatically. "I don't know Marlene usually is pretty spot on with these things" she shrugged, a small grin tugging at her lips as she reached out to pat his arm. "Don't worry, I'm not judging" she added with a wink. "To living" she nodded, taking a gulp from the glass before making a face. "Merlin, you never really get used to just how ghastly this stuff is"

[helperjones]

Send me a sentence for my muse's reaction

"Are you crazy?”

"Are you even listening to me?"

"Are you even listening to yourself?"

"Are you sure they won’t find out?”

"Are you sure this is legal?”

"Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”

"Are you threatening me?"

"Be mine."

"Can you be anymore obvious?"

"Do I know you?"

"Do you love me?"

"Do you remember this?"

"Do you trust me?"

"Don’t go."

"Don’t let me die"

"Don’t look at me like that."

"Don’t make me beg.”

"Don’t you dare come near me!"

"Don’t you dare."

"Explain yourself."

"For you, I would _____"

"Give it back."

"Give me another chance."

"Have you ever even done this before?"

"How drunk are you right now?"

"I already regret this."

"I am not wearing that.”

"I can’t believe you missed that."

"I can’t do this anymore."

"I can’t even look at you."

"I could kill you!"

"I dare you." or "I dare you to _____."

"I didn’t do it.""

"I didn’t know you could do that."

"I don’t want to look at you right now.”

"I guess this is goodbye.”

"I hate you."

"I have to go."

"I just want to cuddle."

"I know your secret.”

"I love you, but I really wish I didn’t.”

"I love you."

"I miss you so very much."

"I missed you."

"I need a drink."

"I need a hug."

"I never really loved you."

"I owe you."

"I think I broke it."

"I think I’m falling in love with you. "

"I think I’m forgetting something."

"I think it’s broken.”

"I trust you."

"I want to be yours."

"I want to try this thing I read in a book.”

"I want you. Naked. In my bed. Now."

"I’ll be there in five minutes.”

”This is really inappropriate.”

"I’m all for spicing thing’s up, but isn’t this a bit much?”

"I’m bad for you.”

"I’m dying."

"I’m going to be sick."

"I’m not speaking to you anymore."

"I’m pregnant and it’s yours."

"I’ve never heard that one before."

"If you stay quiet, no one will know.”

"Is that my shirt?"

"It was me"

"It’s so beautiful.”

"It’s time to choose.”

"Just five more minutes."

"Just go."

"Just leave me alone."

"Just let me die."

"Just relax."

"Just what did we do last night?"

"Kiss me you idiot."

"Kiss me."

"Like you even care."

"Little too late, don't you think?"

"Make me."

"Marry me?"

"My Parents don’t know"

"My parents know.""

"Never again."

"Nh, don’t be so rough!"

"No, that can’t be my baby."

"No! You can’t die on me now!"

"Obviously there is something between us."

"Of all the things i've heard, that hurt the most."

"Put it away.”

"Put your trousers on!"

"Put. The. Weapon. Down."

"Quiet, I am trying to think."

"Relax, I have a plan."

"Really?"

"Shut up and listen."

"Take responsibility."

"That isn’t mine."

"That looked easier on TV."

"That sounds painful."

"That was a bad plan."

"That’s mine!”

"That’s the cheesiest pickup line I’ve ever heard."

"They’re coming.”

"This seems familiar."

"This stays between us."

"Truth hurts, don’t it?"

"Unbelievable. I can't believe you right now."

"Very good, you had me fooled."

"Want to hear a secret?"

"We need to talk."

"We’re moving too fast.”

"Well that was unexpected."

"What are we doing here?"

"What are you afraid of?"

"What are you touching?"

"What are you?"

"What do you need?"

"What happened to you?"

"What have I done this time?"

"What if someone catches us?”

"What sort of noise was that?”

"What the hell do you think you’re doing?"

"What were you thinking?"

"Where are my clothes?"

"Where did you find this?"

"Where do you even find this sort of thing?”

"Where were you?"

"Who’d have guessed you could pull such a face?”

"Why are you wearing that?"

"Why yes, I am as think as you drunk I am."

"You could have died!”

"You could have killed someone!"

"You coward."

"You don’t need to be so gentle.”

"You drive me crazy!"

"You have ten minutes, so make it quick.”

"You lied to me!"

"You mean everything to me."

"You owe me."

"You. Come. Snuggle. NOW!"

"You’re all out of ____."

"You’re an idiot.”

"You’re bad for me.”

"You’re dead to me."

"You’re pregnant and It’s mine"

"You’re really good at this…”

"You’re so weird.""

"You’re under arrest."

[hopeneverabandonsyou]

  Gabby shook her head and hugged Hestia back. “Nope, you couldn’t get rid of me that easily.” She joked lightheartedly. “It’s good to see you too. I haven’t seen almost any ‘Puffs around since I left Hogwarts. It’s been way too long.”

[helperjones]

"Well thank Merlin" Hestia breathed, stepping back slightly so she could take in her former housemate's appearance. She knew that even if someone survived the torture Death Eaters put them through they'd often be left with physical and mental scarring. "Yeah we're few and far between" she smiled, shaking her head, "I think there's a few at the castle though- you should really come and stay"

[maconm-deactivated20150128]

  "I do have a love for the simple things, Jones." Mac grinned at her as she rolled her eyes and shrugged. "I’ll have to save the napping for later then, I couldn’t possibly offend you. Anyway, firewhiskey is far more fun." 

[helperjones]

"Is that your way of saying you love me? Because I don't think your boyfriend would approve" she grinned, pouring equal amounts of the amber liquid into the glasses, handing own to him. "I can't argue with that" she nodded, raising her glass.

[hopeneverabandonsyou]

"No, I just haven’t seen you in such a long time, Hestia. I wanted to come say hello."

[helperjones]

"Oh my goodness, Gabby?" Hestia felt her eyes grow wide as her gaze landed on the familiar girl, "You were missing-I thought you were-" her voice caught in her throat as she pulled the small witch into a tight hug, "It's so good to see you" she mumured.

[maconm-deactivated20150128]

  "Oh, I dunno. Peace would be nice, firewhiskey wouldn’t be unwelcome, a nap’d be lovely too." 

[helperjones]

"You certainly don't ask for much McKinnon" Hestia snorted, rolling her eyes. "Firewhiskey I can do, and feel free to have a nap although I might be slightly offended" she grinned, summoning a bottle and two glasses.

[helperjones]

Did you need something?

[bigbear-mckinnon]

  Marcus grinned at her comment, and exhaled. “Yeah, me either.” He told her, flicking his cigarette absentmindedly. “Maybe if we’re lucky we’ll make it out alive. Who knows.” He breathed out, crossing his arms. “I was an Auror before the war, have been for nearly ten years now. I’m not exactly afraid of the though of death, but the thought of the war ending and them winning isn’t very comforting.”

[helperjones]

"I don't know if I'd like to be left, If everyone I loved was gone" she shrugged. It was a thought that had often plagued her mind- what was the point, of fighting this god awful war. Even if they won, all these people would still be dead. She shook her head, delving her hand into her purse in an attempt to find her own pack of cigarettes, "I always wanted to be a healer" she smiled- making a mental note to figure out a way to organize the extension charm on her purse because she couldn't find a bloody thing in there. "But I realised I was better at doing the damage than fixing it" she grinned, finally extracting her cigarettes. "That's not even worth thinking about" she sighed, as she inhaled deeply.

[bigbear-mckinnon]

  Marcus took a long drag off of his cigarette before rolling his shoulders. “Nah, circumstances aside it’s nice to meet you.” He told her, scanning her over with his eyes. He couldn’t help but notice she didn’t have an identification bracelet. “You part of the resistance?” It had been months since Marcus had been back inside the castle, so he didn’t exactly know half of the people living there. “If it doesn’t kill you it’ll kill everyone you’ve ever loved, and the second is much worse.”

[helperjones]

Hestia nodded with a small smile, "You too", there was something easy about his company, she found herself almost relaxing. She immediately tugged her sleeve over her wrist at his comment, somewhat out of reflex, before relaxing slightly as she reminded herself that he wasn't a threat. She nodded slowly, "It's not like the Death Eaters would have me" she snorted. "In the end war isn't about who is right, it's about who is left" she smiled to herself.

[prettybarmaidx]

"And what can I do for you, love?"

[prettybarmaidx]

  "Mundungus?" She said curiously, trying to remember the face to the name. It had been a while but it finally came to her. "He’s a nice fellow. Though by the way you’re downing that drink makes me think he isn’t any longer?"

[helperjones]

"Oh yes Fletcher is a lovely fellow" Hestia snorted derisively, "I didn't know you were a comic genius Annabeth" she added, cocking her brow slightly. "Honestly that's the best one I've heard in a while"

[prettybarmaidx]

"And what can I do for you, love?"

[prettybarmaidx]

  She shrugged, nodding before laughing, “Tis true. Why not?” She conjured another cup and poorer herself a glass. “Oh, a lad.” She scoffed, knowing exactly how the other girl felt. “Who is he?”

[helperjones]

As she downed her drink, Hestia let her gaze wander to the barmaid, contemplating whether she should tell her or not. After a moment she shrugged, "Mundungus Fletcher" she mumbled, keeping her gaze trained on the glass.

[lucius-a-malfoyx-deactivated201]

  He puffed up a little, giving her a smug look. “Very Slytherin, Madam.” He enjoyed playing with this girl, it took his mind off of his worries and troubles. He wondered if they went to school together, but if they did he probably wouldn’t have talked to her just because of her house. Rababstan was never taken with the puffs, never bother to flirt or shag one of them. “Tunnel vision, ey? Should I take that as a complement?” He smiled slightly.

[helperjones]

"Madam? Please such formalities are so outdated" she grinned, waving her hand slightly. Somewhere in the back of her mind Hestia found she had a voice telling her that she was, in fact, enjoying his company. She quickly pushed the thoughts away, reminding herself of how quickly he could turn on her if he found out who she really was. "Perhaps" she shrugged, "You just need to stop and smell the roses occasionally" she added with a smile.

[bigbear-mckinnon]

  Marcus listened to her words carefully, before pulling his lips together tightly and nodding. “Marcus McKinnon. Twenty eight.” He told her, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it. He appreciated the nice words- really, he did. They didn’t seem to comfort him any however, that his brother was cared about by other people. Because now he was just gone, and for nothing. “That’s real sweet of you to say. More and more people are learning what it feels like to lose someone.”

[helperjones]

"Hestia Jones" she offered him a small smile, "I'd say it's nice to meet you but I suppose it's not the most pleasant of circumstances" she shrugged as she watched him light his cigarette. There were little things about him that reminded her of Matthew, now that she realised they were related they all seemed to become that much more obvious. "That's war isn't it" she sighed, "So bloody destructive"